1. |
[promised end]
03:07
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Love dismembered, a desperate voice
coughed up flowers
force fed a failing mind
self destructive recluse
objectively obtuse
I am almost over
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2. |
Traffic Stop
02:34
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Digest in nature
you sing in awe of contrast
I try so fucking hard to make myself forget I exist
I'll eat your laughter
exhale the hour glass
convulse with panic
this love does not exist
green light
head down
swallowed
black out
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3. |
Vanity's Sake
04:51
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Lips kiss the earth
i've never seen your face
don't wanna know what you want from me
I've found a way out (drowned in my thoughts)
no sense in hiding
you dance alone to uncover me
ignore the fictions of desperate men
clouds drip of fantasies of death
love only exists for the wounded hand
Lips kiss the earth
i've never seen your face
don't wanna know what you want from me
Out of my mind, (out of my thoughts)
no sense in drowning
you dance alone
in spite of me
ignore the fictions of desperate men
clouds drip of fantasies of death
love only exists for the catatonic
ignore the fictions of desperate men
clouds drip of fantasies of death
love only exists for the wounded hand
mouth in the fire
dig up my voice
nothing
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Suffer through monotony
internally depleting
I want to feel like anything
erased in every glass
each day a mile longer
block out all the noise
I want to feel like anything
erased in every glass
I left my body here
decay
i'll never feel like anything
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5. |
Blossoming Winter
03:45
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Suppressed surroundings
Can’t recall the texture of your voice
In dying light
Incessant failure
Mask of blood
A portrait of the voiceless
Swollen lungs
Can’t reveal
Can’t expose
The life inside
Dismembered, it’s nails break
Call home
Distinguish her cankered grin
Call home
An emptied sketch
Colored
She’s home
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6. |
House of Mirrors
06:12
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6 weeks to take you from me
Flesh bows from your body
Your chin’s impression burned into my open chest
House of mirrors
Hearts bisect into limbs
Lifeless absence
Please give me all your pain
I gave you your body
Can’t pretend to swallow
Embed in your echo
Floating heads drip in water
Kneel down to bleach his cancer
Can’t sleep without your pulse
Buried faces in the walls
House of mirrors
Peeling bone from flesh
Dilute and dread reality
Please be well
I gave you your body
Can’t pretend to swallow
Embed in your echo
He sighed and succumbed
lungs collapsed
The life in the walls
You exist in my heart
Warmth of grey
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7. |
Fault
02:50
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Can’t sleep until it’s quiet
Mouth rots, a seeping sinus
Collect the bloated children
Can’t speak to who is waiting
Entwine and dissect eyes
No hope of feeling life
Bruised cheeks and silent answers
Why do I suppress myself?
“I don’t know who you are
I can’t read, I can’t eat,
Im suffocating”
All limbs are caked in sulfur
Always meant to be a syphon
Sell all my teeth for comfort
Don’t look at me again
Entwine and dissect eyes
No hope of feeling life
Bruised cheeks and silent answers
Just let me
Feel it’s weight grow
Feel my skin fall off
Annoying coffin talk
Promises I can’t keep
Can’t sleep until it’s quiet
Mouth rots, a seeping sinus
Collect the bloated children
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Collect all of your toys
and dispose of me
the black light on 16th street
always regress
always secrets
scream but never heard
I want you to know your name
don't tell anyone
I want you to feel the blame
it drips along your skin
embed and indebt
the weeds will grow
left out in the sun
the dramatic son
the one you failed to love
the black light on 16th street
always regress
always secrets
scream but never heard
I want you to know your name
dont tell anyone
I want you to feel the blame
it drips along your skin
embed and indebt
the weeds will grow
left out in the sun
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9. |
Parasite
02:54
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you were made for sculpture
parasite
seeping from it's cave
you will speak
all alone now
touch me
all alone now
fuck me
savor the taste
aftermath
do you feel the same?
Awake for days
without a sound
do you feel the same?
You belong to me (can you feel the blame?)
you belong to me (can you feel the shame?)
do you feel the same?
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10. |
Editor's Note
02:52
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I was lost
but never aroused
any suspicision to either of us
where we were or where we were going
or who we belonged to
we were meant to leave these bodies
I was the ticking clock
I was the bleeding diamond
I was your muffled throat
I was the calm of cancered tongues
I am the burning earth
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11. |
Field of Warmth
03:40
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A nervous fixture
her eyes move past
structured violence
his fingers break
awake, unearthed
his songs of death
reminds us
I own you
I feel you
control you
absolve me
a painted scripture
he never laughs
a loving mother
pure disdain
awake, unearthed
his songs of death
reminds us
I own you
I feel you
control you
absolve me
she shares her life
all the same
wanting to etch her name into flesh
all the wounds
the wanderlust
she hides in plain view
scared and alone
the needles drag across the floor
unwanted dead
frail and cold
there is no place for you here
there is no place for me
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